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I watch the hawk like a hawk
and the hawk watches me.
I wish,
I could fly free
then perhaps I would see
what the hawk's looking at
when the hawk's watching me.
Candid smiles radiate waves of happiness,
And the promise of foreboding tenderness.

Pupils dilate at the sight of chaste skin
Your body position enumerates control, we’re ready to begin.

Vibrant red rose petals sprinkled on expensive white lace
As I lay pressed against you, I hear your strong heart race.

Your eyes undress me, while your mouth seems to grasp for words unknown to individuals,
But known to every pair of souls entwined across the earth, who feel pure love, not strictly ******.

Scratch marks on your back, the air is heavy and intense.
We move together, our senses heightened, slowly building suspense.

Loud screams and moans, a lovely and true symphony of feelings, then we’re through.
You lay back down, your breathing is rapid, I climb in your arms and kiss you.

Love is a verb, a doing word,
Love conquers all, undeterred.
There are many ways to show love, and to those of us that see love as a doing word, one of the best ways to show love is through a specific action. I tried to make this as tasteful as possible without making it overdone and ******. The love depicted in this poem is very pure, and not just casual. The feeling depicted in this poem is not just of ***, but of love.
(you are sixteen years old and
you are not afraid to die.)

you find it hard to breathe and see and touch,
(but you are not afraid.)

you have never fallen in love,
and never held anyone,
and never been loved,
(but you are not afraid.)

but then
one day you see the sun
and it hurts to look at him,
but you want to touch him
and love him and be loved
(and you are very, very afraid.)
for Y & M.
the house i live in
is burning to the ground
as i record the color of the flames
and the shadows they project on my skin.
I bet her name is Lola.
After all, she fits the part,
all little girl, sweetheart,
bow in hair and storybook ringlets,
bouncing down the halls
on pretty shoes
that I would never wear.
I bet she places her small hand
on your arm when she flirts,
eyelashes ablaze
and head tilted,
inadvertently charming her way
into adulthood.
I bet her voice is sweet,
crackling with forced sexuality
as she melds childhood innocence
with the politics of growing up,
trying to get the best of both worlds
and almost succeeding.
I bet her wide smile falters
when she walks away,
as she realizes the impression she has made
and, too proud to turn back,
continues down the hall
feeling tall
and yet invisibly small,
little girl, sweetheart
in search of rebellion.
I watch her, and
I wonder what
her problem is.
I bet her name is Lola.
people-watching
She Wants To Have The Talk

She says she wants to have the talk
I know im in trouble now
I try to change the subject
But she brings it back around

The talk she wants is special
At least it is to her
She says it is important
And I should hear her every word

She says she'll be right over
That she can start the talk right now
I tell her I'm so busy
And right now im out of town

She tells me that im lying
She knows that im inside
She's been watching me for hours
Been sitting in my drive

Speechless I dont say a word
Then I hear her at the door
I hide inside my bedroom
Under clothes piled on the floor

I hear her come inside my house
She is getting closer now
She says that she can see me
That I should slow my breathing down

She takes my hand and sits with me
Looks straight into my eyes
Tells me just how much she cares
Has feeling deep inside

She says the love she feels for me
Has grown stronger over time
But she must now move forward
It is time to change her life

I say now wait a minute
I cannot lose you now
I can give you what it is you want
I am ready to settle down

She bows her head and I hear her say
Is this the real you
Are you sure you want to settle down
Is it what you want to do

I say it's what I want the most
My decision has been made
Thats what I want to happen
And I need her to please stay

She looks at me and smiles
Says we can set a wedding day
I cant believe I fell for it
She played me like a game

At the talk she is the master
Of getting what she wants
Now married with three kids in school
I LOVE HER VERY MUCH


Carl Joseph Roberts
Nope, im not married but I imagine this is what it will be like...lol. I will hide, hide and hide but when that day comes again, if that day comes again, im sure my life will be like this. Umm, without the three kids in school cause im past that.....lol.
The tender touch of his hands, left me with trembles
he fed me his lies, and he tried to **** me from within
The words he spoke were gentle in soft
But he killed me with kindness
when she came in, it wasn't to long before you let me go
maybe I didn't want you leave
no matter how much pain you left behind.
I missed the strong hugs and the conversations we had
but at the end of the night I was still always sad
Maybe it was me, this whole problem
maybe we don't talk because of the things I started.
But what did I do wrong, I ask my self , as I have no idea
you left me here crying and now its over.
In the end the only time you'd truly talked to me,
was when you weren't sober.
I found this out, last month in October.
That was when I truly lost you,
Seems everything I heard about was actually very true.
I'm still in love you, and someday I'll tell you why,
But until then, I will slowly die.
Day after day, I watch as you pass me by.
Always afraid to speak, even if only to say "hi."

My stomach sinks when our eyes meet.
I'm shaken to my core, unstable on my feet.

If I could just squeak out a simple hello, I might be fine.
Instead, I gaze awkwardly in torment, barely able to smile.

Whenever you've passed by, I feel my hope slip away.
As if I'll never speak a word to you; failing day by day.

It kills me to be so weak, to not go after the things I want.
It's like I'm ******* in a web. I feel so helplessly caught.

Will I ever be brave enough to speak? Or forever remain mute?
Always terrified of failure, I've not the strength for pursuit.

I feel like a wall without mortar; too fragile to push, too strong to move.
Both outcomes are the same. I'm so terrified, I always lose.
Writing short
  To resemble
My short breaths
  And short thoughts
Short of hope
  Short of everything
a.m.
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